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A Flurry in Stocks.

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           "Well,listen,Baptistin,whatdidItellyouthismorningwhenIcalledyouintomylaboratory?"

           "Toclosethedooragainstvisitorsassoonastheclockstruckfive,"repliedthevalet.

           "Whatthen?"

           "Ah,mydearcount,"saidAlbert.

           "No,no,Iwishtodoawaywiththatmysteriousreputationthatyouhavegivenme,mydearviscount;itistiresometobealwaysactingManfred.Iwishmylifetobefreeandopen.Goon,Baptistin."

           "ThentoadmitnooneexceptMajorBartolomeoCavalcantiandhisson."

           "YouhearMajorBartolomeoCavalcantiamanwhoranksamongstthemostancientnobilityofItaly,whosenameDantehascelebratedinthetenthcantoof‘TheInferno,’yourememberit,doyounot?Thenthereishisson,Andrea,acharmingyoungman,aboutyourownage,viscount,bearingthesametitleasyourself,andwhoismakinghisentryintotheParisianworld,aidedbyhisfather’smillions.Themajorwillbringhissonwithhimthisevening,thecontino,aswesayinItaly;heconfideshimtomycare.Ifheproveshimselfworthyofit,IwilldowhatIcantoadvancehisinterests.Youwillassistmeinthework,willyounot?"

           "Mostundoubtedly.ThisMajorCavalcantiisanoldfriendofyours,then?"

           "Bynomeans.Heisaperfectnobleman,verypolite,modest,andagreeable,suchasmaybefoundconstantlyinItaly,descendantsofveryancientfamilies.

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